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To the news network of terror: We love you!

… maybe a bit too much that is.

Finally, I am home, reinstalling my OS. This means that for a few minutes, I shall not be watching Al- Jazeera, whose Arabic logo I love and Latin logo I loathe.

Thats the rant part of the thing.

We have had some extremely good media recently. Those of us who know Egypt by family ties, residence or friends have recently been glued to our multiform screens over the course of the last two weeks, watching events unfold at home. Lives were put on hold, work left undone, meals unmade, friends untended to. A lot of time was spent on landlines, demonstrations and concerned wringing of appendages.

In front of one fixed camera of a massive square filled one day with an angry mob of people gathered to air their rage at their government. Then through many cameras we then saw them battle it out for the country. We watched, on little screens, the big stars of international politics act out the parts they play in the downfall of a well- established and surprisingly well- liked Leader. We have the leaks, the tweets, the blogs and what shall be henceforth known as the Feeds.

AlJazeera, you have made an art form of delivering the newest and freshest developemnts as events unfold. If something happened on Tahreer, or around it, we knew more or less instantly who, where and how and why. Even though everyones still a bit unclear about the how right now,
we know that, too. Your journalists not only risked but got caught and felt the repercussions. This revolution is live, baby.

So yes, thank you. My eyes hurt and you have an undestandable bias towards the pro- D word crowd. Those are my complaints to you.

HEALTH WARNING: 24 hours of news a day is bad for the brain.

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